Treyghin held the bright-edged knife with a clenched fist as he looked upon the offering. Its face was pale, lips tight, breath rasping quickly. Clearly scared, but trying to hide it.
"Rejoice!" cried Treyghin, "For your life's essence is truly a divine gift for the Goddess."
The man's throat was stretched taut; Treyghin could see the arteries pulsing fast and strong as blood hammered through them. He slashed deeply with the blade, opening the neck. The figure instantly disappeared behind a crimson curtain.
Treyghin was surprised at just how much blood was washing over the mirror. The Goddess . . . would . . . reward . . .
